Thrift Shop Stories
I started shopping in thrift shops when they still belonged to the people.
I hunted the flea markets of Paris and New York where I rescued Pucci’s and Guccis for 5 bucks. They were my paint brush and my body was my canvas. It was magic and transformative. When my West 4th Street apartment became one big closet, I had no choice but to open a Vintage Store.
Last year I combed New York City’s thrift shops, Upstate New York’s flea markets and sprinkled in a few online second hand venues. Each item with a price tag from 50 cents to $25. Armed with an iPhone, New York City and Upstate New York became my backdrops. These are my Thrift Shop Stories.